Writer's POV[The Rykerthorn Mansion]Ryker had returned to a house - just like he had done for past years.A house. Not a home.Once he alighted from the car, one of the butlers should’ve run out. Well, a butler did scurry out, ready to take the car keys and park it in the garage.But trailing behind him was a maid. A very, very worried one.From her facial expression, Ryker guessed the reason. So, after he tossed the key, and now slouched, he strolled on the cobblestone.“Welcome back, Master.”He barely nodded to the greeting of the maid."The mistress had stopped crying a while ago" Again, the maid, now trailing behind him slowly.From the different, far angles of the mansion’s living room, the servants noticed their employer’s mood. Many guessed and concluded his shoulders were slacked because of weight.Yes, the weight of the soon-to-be Mrs. Rykerthorn's sadness. From Willow’s cries throughout the night, and early hours of the morning, they figured her daughter—the unseen Miss
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